BONANZA

by Dutch ReBelle

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lyrics

Flow off the top, I'm just recording, need a penthouse with a doorman
I was in love with the scoring, I was in love with the points
Slinging these joints, it's a bonanza, you hear the spice in my stanza
When Dutchy call, he gon' answer, gon' be his private little dancer
Straight to the point, how I prefer to be, how you dope if you ain't heard of me
Clips got you tight like a girdle, I've been serving these hits with no surgery
Serving them up thoroughbred, bitches know that ain't a mutt
I don't fear n*ggas, I’m hella zoe’d up, got up in the gym, I’m hella glowed up, weak n*ggas hold up

I don't wanna talk 'bout nothing, when they see me stunting, they all wanna come start frontin'
'Bout my bag, I might blow something, and my face stay on do something
I like my bass low, beat dumpin', that beat dumping, uh
Bars on munch, I got 'em lunching, Captain Crunchin', uh, uh
Now shorty who's sharper than this? Been spittin' these blades, but no, I don't switch
So I'ma keep pocketing flips, I move the highs, I move through the dips
I feel I got blood on my kicks, been killin' these lames, don't get on my list
Gon' show you who really the s**t, they ain't potty trained, I know that they're pissed
Know that they're pissed off, they counting down to my lift-off
Zoe baby letting them blicks off, hop in his whip, take my kicks off
Flow hit your chest like a fireball shot harder they come, then the harder they drop
I don't fear much, 'cause I've been through a lot, two fingers up, licking shots - rah!